Wednesday, April 15, 2020

A Poem About Bucephalus

Bucephalus,
an untamable horse that belonged to a palace,
his will was strong and his attitude was callous,
it seemed no one could tame him because he was filled with too much malice,
until one person came,
Alexander was his name,
he held on his mane,
until the young horse was tame,
people called him lame,
but Alexander cared for him just the same,
they went on to conquer all the land had to offer.

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